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Aug 2010
Can’t breathe
Can’t think when we were happy
We were normal

You lied
And now the tables have turned
In your favour

You left
You feel satisfied—you’ve won
Your ******* game

Broken
That’s how I’m left—feeling used
And you don’t care

Destroyed
The last part of my soul-gone
Now so are you
© August 26, 2010. Shanna Howse & Bruno Joseph Orsi.
Thanks for the last stanza. :P
Shanna Howse
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Shanna Howse
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